I saw a cute story while I was in the waiting room at the dentist office Tuesday, and thought I would share it with you.
It seems that a young couple with a little 3 yr. old daughter had moved to a new town back in the 20's or 30's. This town was dry, and all of the residents were solid teetotalers or at least gave the outward appearance of being teetotalers. Shortly after they'd settled into their new home, the lady of the house was invited to a social gathering with a group of the town elite. She decided to take her little daughter along as she was always very well behaved and quiet.
They sat in the parlor sipping tea from dainty little china cups and engaged in boring conversation that would put anyone to sleep. The little girl was sipping her tea very properly as well. Finally, after a while of this, she leaned over to her mother and in her clear childish voice said, "Mother, let's just pretend this is beer."
Mother smiled weakly at the other ladies, and left shortly thereafter. Needless to say, she was never invited to another social gathering with that group again!
I thought that was really cute. And so typical. If kids hear it at home, don't be surprised when it pops out of their mouths.
Another good example of that is two little boys who take piano lessons from me. They were going to Bible School last month and rode the church van to get there. The driver told us that the minute they got on the van and away from their Grandma, they unbuckled their seat belts and started cussing like sailors for anything that came along. I've met their "PaPa" and I imagine that they hear quite a bit of that kind of talk at home. I told Bill that someday when he gets a chance, he ought to question them about it, but I don't think he's had the opportunity yet. They've never talked like that around me, but then, someone is always there with them, so guess that's why.
Changing the subject - we had a really good week with #2 granddaughter, Lacie, while she was up her on vacation. Granddaddy is FINALLY recovering from all the riding she put him through. Pretty hard - a 70-year old trying to keep up with a 20-year old. But, he did rather well. I knew I wouldn't have that much riding in me, but did manage for two pretty good ones while she was here. The Saturday before we left, the three of us and a couple of friends of ours took off up one side of Short Mountain just south of us. It wasn't horribly steep, but the trail was very rocky and just a steady pull up. By the time we'd only gotten about a quarter of the way up the trail the horses were really sweating. It was a real workout for all of them.
We made it to the top, and then went down the other side to a creek. Walked the horses across the creek and then got off to eat lunch. It was really a nice place for that. The remainder of the ride wasn't quite as long, and we sure didn't get any flack from any of the horses about getting back in the trailer to RIDE back to the house. I think they were as glad to see the truck and trailer as we were. I did fine until we quit and then I thought I would DIE from the heat.
But, after a few days rest, we're ready to go again. Last Tuesday we rode about 4 1/2-5 miles down to some friends' house, got off, had coffee with them, then loaded up and rode back to the house. That was a good trip, too.
I'm not playing in the bluegrass gospel group any longer - gas too high, and I'm kind of burned out with it, so I have a little more time to spend on other music endeavors. A group of kids from our church are coming once a week to play recorders so that's fun.
Well, it's about time to add another segment of Mom's Story, so keep an eye out for that.
Till next time,
JB
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